I Can Only Imagine



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3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you

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the heart of this community..


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The song blared from my car radio. The song was “I Can Only Imagine”, by  Mercy Me. The tears came into my eyes, I tried hard not to blink, for fear that once started, they would be difficult to stop.


“Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall? Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all? I can only imagine…….”


This song came out the year before my husband died. It became really popular the year he died. The  song was on the radio, the band members were interviewed and the words were memorized.


The truth is, at that time in my life, I could relate to that song in ways that most could not. I pictured my late husband kneeling before Jesus, utterly speechless in His presence.


I would not see my husband’s face again or hear the sound of his deep voice….not on this side of heaven.


But, there was comfort in the lyrics to this song, because I knew where my husband was. At that very moment and for all the moments to come.


He didn’t have to imagine anymore. Not then. Not now.


He knows.


English: Author: Joonga (I made it myself)




And You Say, “I AM”

Today I was listening to my Nicole Nordeman CD in the car. I often do this, on my way to work.


English: Pleiades Star Cluster


Her beautiful voice lifted my spirit as she sang, I AM.


That particular song inspired me to write my own words, mimicking the theme of I AM.




When life becomes tough and the edges are rough


When I wonder how I’ll make it through…


I cry, “Heart mender, my Defender….capture my tears just as they fall.”


And You say, “I am”.


On days that are light, and the sunshine is bright


When everything is going just right….


I cry, “God my Creator, Personal Savior….hear my praises.”


And You say, “I am”.


When I am overwhelmed, wondering whose at the helm


Watching the waves crashing all around…


I cry, “My Rock and Redeemer, grab my hand….”


And you say, “I am”.


As the years pass by and I find myself sigh


as time etches wrinkles, where youth had once been


I cry, “Awe Maker, Star Gazer, Question Taker…hold me, if you can”


and You say, “I am”.

God said to Moses, “I AM WHO I AM. This is what you are to say to the Israelites: ‘I AM has sent me to you.'”  Exodus 3:14 NIV




He’s Always Been Faithful

Cover of "Conversations"

Cover of Conversations

A friend, and former co-worker gave me a Sara Groves, Conversations, CD several years ago. At the time I had never heard of Sara Groves, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Little did I know that her music would have such a profound and lasting effect on me.

At the time I was going through a difficult season of life, and nearly wore out the CD listening to her songs, words that pierced my heart…


Being faithful.

Knowing that I can, and should, rest in the knowledge that God is not in the business of failure…or disappointment. His ways are always right and good…even if I can’t always see it at the time.

For the mountains may depart and the hills disappear, but My kindness shall not leave you. My promise of peace for you will never be broken, says the Lord Who has mercy upon you.   Isaiah 54:10

Faith is believing even when I can’t see.

Trusting in the Unseen.

Faith is sometimes doubting, but still knowing.

Faith is resting…in the arms that carry me.
He’s Always Been Faithful Sara Groves

Lyrics www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/sara_groves/

Great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me…

Morning by morning I wake up to find
The power and comfort of God’s hand in mine
Season by season I watch Him, amazed
In awe of the mystery of His perfect ways
All I’m in need of, His hand will provide
He’s always been faithful to me

I can’t remember a trial or a pain
He did not recycle to bring me gain
I can’t remember one single regret
In serving God only, and trusting His hand
All I’m in need of, His hand will provide
He’s always been faithful to me

This is my anthem, this is my song
The theme of the stories I’ve heard for so long
God has been faithful, He will be again
His loving compassion, it knows no end
All I’m in need of, His hand will provide
He’s always been faithful, He’s always been faithful
He’s always been faithful to me

Hear her sing….


You Can’t Go Back Home Again….But, You Can Visit

Michael Jackson dancing with the living dead.

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I graduated from high school in 1986.  Fellow classmates are putting together a twenty-fifth reunion, that will take place in a couple of months. I wish I could go….but, alas, I cannot. I grew up in Maryland, but now live in Ohio. Life tugs at me. So much to do, busy schedule, time slips away. How did I get from 18 to 43? From attending Friday night football games to Saturday morning soccer mom? From staying up late to dead tired by 9pm? From long talks on the telephone with friends, to email and smart phones? From being the teenager to now having teenagers of my own? When did I get old? Sigh. It would be great to be able to attend the reunion, because we are all in the same boat. Life has changed us all. We are on an even playing field now, no longer tied to our high school images. We might see other “children of the 80’s” at WalMart, our kids sporting events, or walking our subdivisions….and we just know.

My time in high school was good. I wasn’t a jock, or a geek, or a band member, or new wave. I did have friends that were. I don’t really know what I was in high school. I guess I was fairly average. Isn’t that pretty much how it goes? A teenager, trying to find herself….. The teen years are so confusing anyway.

It was the ’80’s. I watched The Cosby Show and Family Ties. Michael Jackson’s Thriller was at the top of the charts. ( Still, every time I hear the music from Thriller, I want to break into that zombie dance–I can’t help myself) The preppy look was in. How many layers of shirts could one person wear? Michael J. Fox was Back To The Future. I loved listening to The Police, Madonna, and the Eurythmics on my cassettes. X box and PlayStations weren’t heard of, we had Atari. VCRs were new, as were microwaves that weren’t the size of a house. If I wanted to get in touch with someone I called on the rotary phone that hung on the kitchen wall, or mailed them a handwritten letter. Email was unheard of. Cruising around 140 shopping center was the thing to do. Hanging out. Life was simple.

I can’t ever go back to the way things used to be. I can’t say that I’d really want to do that anyway….but, the memories are fun.

The old saying, You can’t go home again, is true…..but, I’ll always be part of the WHS Class of ’86.

Noises Of The Every Day


Image by rishibando via Flickr

It is in the quiet when I hear His voice.

The TV blares the day’s latest news.

The kids are talking.

The phone rings.

I hear my husband’s voice as he answers a call.

The dishwasher hums.

My computer keys click.

Music plays.

The dogs bark.

I live in a cacophony of noises.

Noises of the every day. Noises of urgency. Noises of my life.

My soul realizes that something is missing.  I long for the quiet peace that comes from just being in His presence.

Just being with Him, the One who created me, and knows me most intimately.

I come to be renewed. Rejuvenated. Cleansed.

I sit at His feet and listen.

The Piano That Nearly Killed Us

a tale of two keyboards

Image by windsordi via Flickr

It all started when a friend of mine (whom I will call Lindy) put some items online, that she was getting rid of for FREE. Free being the operative word here. I noticed that she had an older upright piano that she wanted out of her house. It just so happens that hubby and I were in the market for a piano. The fact that she was giving it away spiced up the deal quite a bit. Lindy informed me she just wanted it out of her house. “Heave ho, out it goes” was her new mantra.

This past Thursday evening my two sons, husband, and I trekked off to her house. We were determined to haul this piano to it’s new home in our dining room. After much pushing, shoving, a scratched door frame, a few pieces of wood splintered off of the piano AND possible hernias for everyone involved, the piano was in the trailer. A shout out to “Lindy’s” brother, also known as the strong man. He was a good brother and helped his sister get rid of this hulking hunk of wood. I do believe this particular piano had lead in the bottom of it. It was very heavy. I for one did not lift or push the piano. I was there for moral support for the males. Everyone needs a cheerleader. Just sayin’.

We were getting ready to leave when “Lindy” said, “Look, if it falls off the trailer on the way home…just keep driving. Pretend you have no idea how a piano fell off your trailer. Where in the world did that come from? Then speed off and don’t look back.” Thankfully, the piano cooperated and stayed put on our, what should have been 20 minute trek home, going a whopping 10 m.p.h.

Once we got home the fun started. Let’s just say there was a lot of huffing and puffing. Some body parts got smashed. The dogs ran for cover. We were never so glad to get that piano into the house and rolled into it’s new spot. My husband and I have decided that the piano is staying put until we die or Jesus comes again. Amen.

Autumn Bliss

Farm at night

The nights bring a chill to the air

The sounds of football and marching bands become Friday night staples

I walk on crunchy, colored leaves

The candle light in the windows flickers in the evening dusk

A hot cup of coffee

A steaming mug of hot chocolate

Big, orange pumpkins for sale, by the side of the road

The honking of geese in the distance

Farmers harvesting their crops well into the night

Combine headlights looking like alien UFO’s in the fields.

Sweaters pulled out of storage

Snuggling under soft blankets

The world is having one last fashion show of color

Before it settles into it’s winter rest